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#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,
pounding echoes in my thoughts
were they attempting to enter
or banging clenched fists to escape
lost in snow banks melting desire
her breath was gone from earshot
gazing upward from the sidewalk
a possible glimpse
long...